I guess it was a bit much to expect her to catch the same train a week and a half later. I guess it was also a bit much for me to remember what she actually looked like. I'm not quite sure how it ended like this: no winners. It all worked out perfectly in my little, ideal world.She got on at Mitcham, just like I did, and I saw her studying spesh, just like I was. I was stealing glances at her all train ride, using all my skills of maximal subtleness. In those days, my experiences with girls was virtually non-existent. That's not to say much has improved since then, but things have changed.
Anyway! I saw another pretty girl get on at Mitcham today and it made me think back of last November. And I was thinking. And thinking. And then it hit me. That girl may have actually been Lily.
A quick SMS later and yes, she did do spesh last year. So I'll never ask her about it, because it's kind of a sad thing to remember, but I'll tell myself it was her. Why? Because I did end up knowing her, and being her friend three or four months later. It's like in the movies. Getting another chance with the girl you thought you'd never see again.
But then there's the complete possibility that it is not her. And I say this because I absolutely cannot remember what the girl looked like, apart from the fact she was wearing yellow. Now that I think about it, even that detail is a little scratchy.
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For no other reason but a good old fashioned bitch, let's take a look at the Hong Kong cricket team currently participating [to use the term lightly] in the Asia Cup:
Tabarak Dar, CK Kruger, Afzaal Haider, KH Butt, Najeeb Amar, Skhawat Ali, JPR Lamsam, JJ Atkinson, Nadeem Ahmed, Irfan Ahmed, Munir Dar
In those 11 names, nine sound Middle Eastern, one South African and the other Scottish. I assumed the point of the Asia Cup was to not only pit the likes of India, Pakistan, Bangladesh and Sri Lanka against each other [because they clearly don't play each other enough anyway], but also encourage the develop cricket in the UAE and Hong Kong. The latter point is completely made redundant by the team Hong Kong field.
How they heck are Asian people going to get excited about cricket if it's a bunch of Middle Easterners? Now I know, Asia is made up of the countries of South East Asia [i.e. China, Japan, Tokyo, Pork] as well as countries like Turkey, Lebanon or Saudi. But let's face it, the majority of the population of Hong Kong will be Asians [you know what I mean]. Personally, I get turned off by Middle Eastern people. Especially when they try to be something they're not. So where the heck is the real Hong Kong cricket team?! I want names like Li, Ho, Wong, Ming and Liang. Give me my Asian cricketers! Give me something to be very slightly proud of!
Of course none of this matters as a) The Asia Cup is going to meet its demise very soon and b) cricket will never take off in Hong Kong, mainland China, Japan, Korea or any place with real style and culture.
In other words: Ignore all I have just said and continue living a normal, Asian cricket player-less life. =]
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I actually had this big post talking about all my feelings and whatnot. But then I realised that this is the 380th post, so I decided the keep it bottled in for just a bit longer. Also I'm still not sure who reads this and any information I disclose could have bad consequences.
Anyway, yes. This the the "epitome of all that is wrong with cricket" post. Number 380. Why do I say that? Well a couple years ago, maybe even more I cannot remember, Matty Hayden bludgeoned his way to a cool 380 against the poor Zimbabweans. Although a mighty achievement, there were a lot of factors taking away from it. Matty Hayden was using his tree of a bat, and anything that wasn't a faint nick would usually make its way to the boundary. Zimbabwe were, seemingly, at their lowest possible point talent wise. Heath Streak was getting a little old and he was the only bowler of note. Of course, we didn't know that they could reach even greater depths once all the white players left. Regardless, they were rubbish. So basically, it was a man with a giant bat up against boys lobbing down balls.
That being said, it was an innings. The way he paced it was something to behold. Sehwag's recent effort was just smash and smash all the way through. However Hayden started off slow, it took him till an hour after tea to bring up his century. Then in the time from that till close of play, he had moved on to 180. The next day, he just motored along until he was out sweeping in the air to deep midwicket just after tea, with the 400 in sight.
It is an innings I will remember though, because I actually took a couple days off school to watch it. Well, it wasn't planned. I just happened to be mildly sick on Day 1, then just as mildly sick but still sick enough to warrant another day off on Day 2. And it was great.
So this was the innings that killed the contest between bat and ball. Thank you, Matty Hayden, and thank you for getting me to 380 posts.
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congratulations! seeya at futsal (Y)
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I like to see myself as a subtle person. Well I'm not always subtle, but I have the ability to be. Sometimes too subtle. But I also like to be blunt. There's no better feeling than being blunt sometimes. Just as there's nothing better in saying something so sneaky that only you and someone else understands while everyone looking at you two idiots laughing your heads off with confused looks on their faces.
So some of you may have noticed, but I know many of you won't. But each time I mention the Joodster, I tag it as Chris Judd. Now I also believe I have a large number of unconscious thoughts that constantly come back and bite me on the ass. Often, I get bitten and I don't even realise until it's too late. Or sometimes it's just me looking too deep into things.
Anyway! Yes. The astute my notice my personal message on msn is "❤ chris judd". Hmm... So what does this mean? What could it mean? It could mean a lot of things. It could be I've channelled the spirit of Sam Ho and have fallen head over heels for lady Judy. Hmm very possible. However, it is much more likely that I developed such feelings after watching Chris Judd tear up Collingwood the other day. Oh my goodness, it was amazing.
I had never had the pleasure of seeing Juddy at full flight, since I never watched West Coast play. But now he's at Carlton, I can watch him all the time =]. I'd like to say he's back at his best, but I've never seen his best. So I can just say he's getting very, very good and he can only get better.
I liken him to the Mike Hussey of the AFL. He keeps brushes people off him and goes about his job with amazing efficiency. He's a probot. Clear and simple. Whereas someone like Jonathan Brown is a Matthew Hayden type, not the prettiest but he's strong, he's powerful and he's dominant. And Gablett? What can we say about him. He's... amazing, unstoppable, young, exciting, consistent like anything and still has the flair to get people watching. And I genuinely cannot think of any cricketer like him, Gablett is just that immense. He has the explosiveness of Shahid Afridi with the reliability of Shaun Marsh during the IPL.
Enough of the sport talk though. There's a time and place for that.
I received a bit of a shock last Monday. It was something that I hadn't felt before. How did I react to it? I did what I always do. Acted like it didn't faze me. But it did, there was a little flutter. Even after I had did so well to convince myself otherwise.
Oh and started watching Grey's again, boy they have some gory scenes. Twice in the same episode, I actually reeled with shock. Reeled!
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...awww bazza =\
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The past week has been long, it has been hard, and it has barely been worth it. Actually the first couple of days was pretty super, everything after that was a real slog.
On Saturday, I woke up ridiculously early. Early enough to still be called the night before. And what is there to do when you wake up and it's not yet 3am? We do chemistry. Oh, and how we did chemistry. It was a throwback to the good old days, when I'd be able to study for a sustained period of time without going on Facebook every ten minutes. Later that day, I get the call up from Tim and we end up going to the ooniversity for a bit of study. It was noon by then, and I had already done enough work for the day. It may not have been enough, but I deemed it adequate.
I caught the train to le Blackburn and then caught the bus up to Tamothy's house. Well, that was the plan. When I pushed the button to get off, it didn't work so I had to work my way to the bus driver and get in a big argument with him, in which time I had missed the stop. I did touch base with Tim, eventually, and he drove us to the ooniversity. It was an experience, being in the car with Tim. I had no idea what kind of driver he'd be. In the end he was... capable yet still a little unsure. But he'll get there. I still rate Tallon as the best driver I've been with, even if it is only for his car.
We were at ooni for a good five hours, and in that time I did nothing to further my study. Instead I spent all that time helping Tim with his chemistry. How much he absorbed, I still don't know. But I guess it's just another one of those precious high school moments.
Chemistry exam was the first real exam I had, that is one that requires more than just multiple choice. And as a result, I did enjoy it a bit more, which is different to finding it a bit easier. Afterwards, I was to go to the city to meet up with Tammy and Felita. It was also my duty to drag the Joodster along, but that didn't quite work out. Anyway, went to the city. Walked around with Monica for a bit until T&F showed up. It was nice, to get to know someone new.
Anyway! Finally met up with T&F. Buyed some stuff from Myers. Walked around for a while until we decided it was time to go. Then Felita suggests we go her house. I was kind of thinking it already, just because I didn't quite want to go home, but I also needed to go home since I started work the next day. We still went to her house, and I tried to cook for them. Long story short, we all had a lot of fun and Tim lost the cream somehow.
Oh and I finally got to meet Joe. The Joe. I still have to ask why they call him Joe, since Yohannes is so much of a cooler name. Maybe it's Yo, but they pronounce it Joe kind of like the revere soft 'j' sound. He's a nice kid.
Umm... There was a lot more to write, mostly about work. But that'll wait till tomorrow, because I am bewy bewy tired right now. Yes, soft excuse. But that doesn't make it not true.
Labels: chris judd, exam, facebook, felita, precious moments, shopping, timothy, uni
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Mmm... Schmexy
I know what you're thinking, when did Zlatan Ibrahimovic find the time to get a tan, turn into an international cricketer and be labelled as India's next hot super star? Or if you're more of my ilk, why did Ishant Sharma throw away a perfectly good soccer career to get ogled by curry girls?
Well I'll tell you this, they're actually two different people. And as a result, I shall always call both of them Ibrasharm, one of the greatest names I have ever come up with.
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I'm glad to report after a quick google search, I am the first to report such an exclusive. Your welcome, dear reader(s) =]
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I've been up for two hours and I still haven't done any work. Why, oh why must I be so damn good at the procrastination. It really is very annoying, and not good for the studies. I'll start after writing this. Yes, that's the plan.
Another thing I'm good at! Self-sabotage. I am very good at this, perhaps even excellent. And I hate that about me. So many situations in my life, I take the safe option just because... it's safe. Two opportunities today to talk to some new friends, both times I passed it up. And it really sucks right now. Not because I would've been a better person for it, but it's just plain rude.
First was when Tallon and I were waiting at Caufield for le train. I saw Hien standing about 20 metres away from us. I contemplated whether I should go say hi to her. I didn't. I told myself it was because Tallon was there and it would've have mass awkward if I went over, and the train was coming in three minutes. That was a stupid decision. What I should've done was go over, ask her about studying and I don't know, set up a little study date. I didn't. I can't blame Tallon. I'd like to, but I can't. That'd be... displacement of my true feelings. Instead I'll face up, and say that I'm a bit of an idiot.
The second was on the bus back to Box Hill from Moonash. Again it was Tallon and I, and I saw that girl that I caught the bus with the other day and saw at Time Out but am still to learn her name. She was with a friend so that was why I didn't immediately go talk with her. That's a legitimate reason, I reckon. But then her friend got off the bus, and she was sitting there all on her lonesome. But Tallon was still with me. So that's why I didn't go talk to her. But then when Tallon got off. Hmmmm... I really should've stood up, walked over and sat next to her. Then I could begin with "Hey! How's it going?" and it'd go on from there. Again, I didn't. At Box Hill, I got off the bus asap to avoid any "Oh hey, I saw you on the bus but I pretended not to see you because we don't actually know each other that well and probably would've had a bit of an awkward conversation" moments.
I really am an idiot. Hopefully none of this will bite me in the ass. In fact, it really shouldn't. It's just my own stupid musings.
Apart from that, I'm also good at screwing up my life in other aspects. On Wednesday, I was to have the first job interview in the afternoon. I was sitting at uni with Tim, the Joodster (who I thought was mildly pissed at me because she gave me the coldest shoulder she could muster) and Jacqueline. We were "studying", another one of those precious high school moments in university. I was thinking about calling and cancelling the interview, citing that sales wasn't what I was looking for as my reason. So I walked out of the library, because I need five bars of reception or else I can't hold a real conversation, and gave them a ring. I asked a silly question. Then I hung up. It was funny. It took Jackie to ask me a pretty simple question to remind me why I wanted the job in the first place. It wasn't about marketing, or about the money. It was about the sports.
So yes. About this job. It's a sales job. A lot like what I went to at the start of the year. Only that was residential, door-to-door stuff for charities. This is event promotion doing work for sporting clubs and associations. Although the former was helping charity, supposedly, I prefer this job more, because of its links with sports. And there's less walking around. I'm not exactly looking forward to it. But if it's something I have to do to mature and learn more about this world, let's get it on. And the money. Ooooh the money. Yes, there is a lot of money involved in marketing jobs. I just have to try and not spend it all too quickly.
Right now, I need to buy a number of business shirts, a number of ties and most likely a new jacket. That'll add up to about $200, which will be about what I earn in the first week, hopefully. Apart from that, I need to pay back my dad, for the shirts I bought from Threadless =], and my brother, for the money I borrowed from him about 11 months ago for the formal. I also want to buy other stuff. Like an mp3 player. But my brother just bought one, and my dad wasn't exactly happy about it. So I'll hold off for now. Hmmm what else needs to be purchased... Cookie cutters? I need new shoes, for deffs. And... pants. Pants that fit me.
That's the crap thing about going from very, very fat to not as fat any more. None of my clothes fit, especially my jeans. All my jeans will actually just fall off if I don't wear a belt, which is something I'm proud of and angry at at the same time.
Now to chemistry!
But before I do. This post now equals BC Lara's score of 375 made all those years ago. Next mark: Matty Hayden's 380 =]
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Ah I've finally become one of those people that hate their job and only do it for the money. But the sad part is, I haven't actually started working yet T_T
Big day today. More on it tomorrow though. I may just pass out soon.
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Aaaah exams. I have missed the thrills of exams. There's nothing quite like it. The stress. The excitement. The relief. It's brilliant. And it just gets more and more intense every year. You thought VCE would be the zenith? Think again!
Once upon a time, there was a lot to write about it. But in between the time I opened up the window and the time I started typing, I've lost a very large portion of it. Instead, we'll just talk about Facebook.
I've already talked about how Facebook has ruined my life, but it's not all bad. It is an excellent way to kill time. If xanga was Mike Hussey, then Facebook is Don Bradman. And it's not just by writing on people's walls or stalking random pretty girls, you can play Tetris. TETRIS! If I had to be locked in a room for a decade with only one game, I'd pick Tetris. There's just this amazing... neverendingness about it.
Facebook has also allowed me to meet a lot of people. If it weren't for the book, the Good Book as I call it some times, I would not have become friends with the Joodster, the Indo girl, Annabelle [yes, I love nicknames, but more on that another day] and many many more. Well perhaps not "many many", just one or two. But it's just easier than talking on MSN, which is easier than talking face to face.
But what I really wanted to talk about! Friends For Sale, or For F*ck's Sake as I some times call it. It's a great idea FFS, since everyone always wants to know how other people value them. More importantly though, it allows us to give people nicknames. I geniunely believe the nickname I gave Tim is one of the best things I have ever thought of. And it has also allowed me to create my own little collection of coffee boys.
Moving on from the Good Book though. I've decided to give "Jimmy" a little, 3-day trial on my MSN nick. My reasoning is that if James Bartel can do it and then win a Brownlow [coincidence my caboodle], then I can do it. We shall call it the "Bartel Experiment". And I'll always call him James Bartel, has a better ring to it.
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A couple Fridays ago, we celebrated our first completed semester of university with a fabulous curry lunch. Marcus loves the curry. Anthony seemed impartial to it. And me and Sam had never had it in a restaurant before. But since Wong was driving, he took us to some not run-down curry shop at all near Clayton station. The food was... ok. It wasn't as spicy as I would've hoped. Not that I wanted my head blown off, but something to make lunch memorable. Instead, it was just pleasant. Pleasant is nice. But I wanted extreme. There was also a television showing random Bollywood songs, or perhaps it was a Bollywood movie, it was hard to tell. The important thing was that on screen 98% of the time was SRK and his [probably] hot female co-star. It was cool to see SRK in his real profession, rather than just dancing like an idiot every time DJ hits a boundary.
Aah it's nice to finally be on holidays. However it just gives me time to think about all the crap stuff in my life, namely my lack of employment. I know it's very easy to complain about being jobless and poor, especially since it's one of the things you could change if you put in the effort. I just don't have the effort to put in, or know how and where to put it in. I was kind of banking on receiving a part-time job near my house. It was perfect. Ten hours a week, which means at least $100 a week, about ten minute walk from my house and a kick-ass excuse to buy more dress shirts and black pants. But no, they didn't even ring to say they had picked someone else. Bastards. Now I have to look elsewhere, but I have way too high standards.
It's just another part of growing up, I guess. Things have changed in the past six months. I have changed in the past six months. This hit me the other day when I was on Facebook. Apart from the fact that I was on Facebook in the first place, not 2 months ago I was avoiding it like the plague, but I saw a comment I left on Annabelle's page. It read:
oh lol it has been greeeeeeeeeeeeeat fun. you should come uni to study with us, because i know how much you miss uni. it's been a whole 6 DAYS!!! or not. be slack. it won't hurt my feelings. i guess i'll just see you at the bio exam. hoooooooray. =]It was just so... not me. Well, it wasn't the me of six months ago. I've begun to add extra vowels were none are needed and use smileys. I was never a big fan of the tb thing. I always believed words should be spelt in full and that whatever you type should be easily readable by someone over the age of 30. Why? Ummm, that's still unknown. It may have had something to do with my ridiculous maturity. Or my want to have ridiculous maturity.
I really shouldn't blame it on anyone, but I will. It's all Sam's fault. He talks on msn like a 14 year old. He begins and ends sentences with "haha" and uses "wot" instead of "what" or "dat" instead of "that". It's... I believe we're past that. We're in that age where we do use normal words, and only shorten words when the extra letters are a pain to type. It seems not many people follow my trend though.
I also realised something else the other day when I was at uni. It was after I wasted about $2 talking to Felita on le telephone [very irrelevant, but I thought I'd just tell you that], and Tallon was talking to me about his International Studies essay he has to write for his exam. His essay was about the century of the people and ism's. His focus moved onto wars and other political things. At this point, I had absolutely no idea what he was talking about. I was interested, but I just couldn't contribute. So I was stuck there looking at him all doughy eyed like a lost dog. The problem is, this isn't the first time it has happened. Whenever we're alone together, he always starts talking about something mildly complicated, like politics or... politics, and I just have nothing to say back at him. I know he must be getting annoyed at my lack of input.
The thing is, Tallon and I have so very, very, very little in common. I mean, borderline nothing. I remember he said he didn't like team sports, that they do nothing for him. I was a little shocked at this. I love my team sports. He also debates, and sings, and does ridiculously well in humanities. This is pretty much a polar opposite of what I am. But I still love him to bits. In the man-love kind of way. The non-sexual one, just if it isn't blatantly obvious enough yet.
And new design is on the way. With all my free time, I have to make one. And this one is getting a bit stale. It actually got stale back in January. I still want simple though. Partly because I'm lazy, partly because I don't know what else I can do to complicate it a little more. But for now, sleep!
Labels: blog, curry, design, facebook, felita, hong, marcus, rant, sam ho, tallon
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ppl should type properly, or at least in a way easy to understand.
but that being said, ive also begun to use my smilies more now.....
hmmm. a trend in the making?
By , at 11:46 AM
I went for a run yesterday. Ooooh yes I went for a run. Holidays give me a chance to get fit again. And I promise this year, it will happen. I can't actually remember what it was that triggered me into action this time round. But there was a moment on the weekend, where I just thought "Go for a run, fatty".
It's very mean to call someone fat. Because they know they're fat. They're very self-conscious about it. That's why we can only call ourselves fat. Or very skinny people, in an ironic sort of way. I call myself fat. Because I know I'm fat. Even if I'm not that fat now, I was, once upon a time, very fat. I'll put up photos one day from primary school. Oh back in the day. I like it when people say I'm not fat though. Sure, it may just be the thing you say, but I'm that insecure, it makes me feel good anyway. It means all that I've done is working. Felita and Judy said I wasn't fat today. I felt fuzzy inside. I remember a while ago, Julie-Anne said I wasn't fat. That made my today. So the bottom line is, if you want me in a good mood, just say how skinny I am. Actually now that I've said that, it won't work. I have to start it. What you do is, tell me to eat something. Then instinctively, I'll say that I'm not hungry and that I'm too fat. That's your opportunity.
I remember going through a period last time where I thought I was borderline anorexic. Well maybe not borderline anorexic. But perhaps borderline borderline anorexic. That is, I ate very little but I still did eat. I also didn't like eating in public. Perhaps it was just some subconscious need to be known as the anorexic, fat kid. And I've accidentally started this thing again. Hmmm oh well. Anorexic, fat kid it is. Or AFK for short =]
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